Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Public Places

EVAN

Georg pulls on his pads and says, "Who's the girl?"

"Well, if you ever actually listened to me when I talk, you might be able to figure it out," I say as I pull my jersey over my head.

He ponders this for a moment. I can see that he's trying to remember our conversations, trying to piece together anything I might have said about a woman.

"Jesus, Georg, don't blow a fuse over it. You need to dry out and maybe your brain will retain information longer."

"I resemble that remark," he says, grinning.

I just roll my eyes. "You want to make All-Star, you probably need your liver functioning."

"My liver functions fine. And more importantly, my legs and arms work well enough to cover your ass on the ice and keep you scoring. And my cock works fine, too, so I can celebrate inside a warm, wet pussy after each win. So, fuck drying out."